"Itchy-Balls"
We - at my first serious school - had a games teacher and bursar by the name Major B .. Knocking around the 60ish age, He was known to all and sundry as "Itchy Balls" after his habit of walking out on to the games filed and calling for his charges while scratching furiously at his nad-sack.

As missbehaving nippers are prone to being punished, we at some point ended up in the schools "waste paper room" being told to organise and stack the reams and reams of wasted A4 paper.

In amongst those piles of paper we found a small pack of photos... developed, creased and discarded.

Open-mouthed we sat in awed and disgusted silence, as the series of photos went from Major B partying with ladies to... Major B with 2 hookers... and culminating in Major B tied and blindfolded on a bed as these "women of negotiable affection" whipped his nether-regions and invaded his body-cavities with a riding crop.

Ashen-faced, we 4 kids - 2 lads, 2 lasses - decided that we should probably never talk about this again. We liked the major's wife.. so we tore them up and destroyed them.

Poor Naieve 11 year-olds.. School life could have been so much easier.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 26 Jan 2007, 11:12, Reply)